Tyrone’s gaze traced every inch of her body, his breath growing heavier with each passing moment.

He forced his eyes away, wrapped her in the blanket, and gently wiped away her makeup.

Ding!

Taking out Sabrina’s phone from her coat pocket, Tyrone unlocked its screen.

A message from Trevor read, “Sabrina, have you reached home?”

A flicker of irritation lit Tyrone’s eyes as he wrestled with his internal tumult, replying, “Yes, I’m home.”

said, “It’s late. I’m going to wash

Trevor replied, “Good night.”

skimmed through their past

exchanges were standard, no hints of hidden intentions. The only notable

their hidden dynamics played

Tyrone’s features as he powered down

into his sleepwear, he eased

A sensation he’d missed.

nestled in his

hair, he drifted into

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